Wei Yangmou

Chapter 146 Snowy Night 3

The last assassin was thrown down by two alchemists, and fell into the snow, with black and purple blood slowly flowing out of his body.

He took a step back, stared deeply at the snow that had been dyed black and purple but hadn't melted for a while, and said with a gloomy smile, "He treats me like a waste like him."

Seeing him like this, I was afraid that he would be extremely angry and do something impulsive, so I hugged him quickly and comforted him: "Liu Rong recruits evil ways, let's just give these inhuman and ghost things to the big families Take a look, you can't live without doing your own crimes, and he just helped us."

After a pause, he might not understand this truth, but it is unacceptable to be hurt because of him anyway, he must do something to calm down the anger and guilt in his heart.

"It's late, go back and rest first."

She rubbed her neat bun and tugged at the hem of his clothes before pulling him back.

In the dead of night, the most prosperous palace in Jiaodong also fell silent. After washing, he lay on the bed but didn't feel sleepy. He had an idea in his mind, but he didn't know whether to speak or not.

He was a little embarrassed, his breathing became heavy because of his irritability, and he turned over to hold him down. In the dark night, his eyes were still astonishingly bright, as if they were shining with stars.

However, this Xingzi is the lonely cold that only a sky wolf can have. It is cold and cool, and even his voice is soaked in the coldness. It is rare to use such an awe-inspiring voice.

"What do you want to say?"

After a pause, some didn't know how to speak. Did he guess what he was thinking?

He gritted his teeth, since he had already asked, there was no need for him to hide it, and he wanted to check it out secretly.

"Your Highness...you and I left the palace today on a whim. How did the assassin find out about our whereabouts?"

He didn't speak, but stared straight at him, his eyes were very penetrating, as if he could see directly into his heart through this layer of appearance.

I couldn't help but want to hide, and when I took the initiative to release the coercion, even if they got along day and night, it was still a bit unbearable.

"What are you suspecting?"

Hearing him asked coldly, but he was very clear in his heart, he knew what he doubted, he didn't even believe it, he didn't think of it.

His knowingly questioning, even aggressive posture made him feel sad for a moment.

Although he told himself countless times, they are mother and son after all, they are blood relatives, everything must be tolerated.

Because of this, he made a lot of setbacks, but he always felt in his heart that he would stand on this side, and he even said so himself.

However, when he really had a complete confrontation with Wang Zhi, his attitude made him sad.

It's best not to continue this topic, because he didn't want to quarrel with him, so he closed his mouth tightly, pretending that he had fallen asleep in these few short breaths.

However, he would never feel pity for him at such a time. The other party's unrestraining, substantive gaze stabbed him in the face like a knife, and he smiled wryly, but he couldn't hold it back.

He pushed away, sat up, hugged a quilt tightly in his arms, and focused on nothingness, he asked softly: "Is there no doubt at all, Your Highness? What a coincidence?"

Sneer: "There's no need to change the subject, just speak out what's in your heart."

Han gritted his teeth. Because of the force, his cheeks were sore and hurt, as if he had been slapped. He looked up and saw that the other party was not afraid of the cold winter. Against the backdrop of the moonlight, his chest and firm muscles had a cold, metallic luster, making everyone who looked at him feel cold all over his body.

Han suddenly realized: I don't intend to let go of this topic, and I don't plan to let go of myself who dares to doubt and speculate Wang Zhi wantonly.

It's just that he couldn't figure out how to punish himself. After the punishment, would they go back to the old path of the previous life.

He felt cold, but there was a fire in his chest, gnawing away at his reason bit by bit, turning all his respectful manners accumulated on the surface into fly ashes, he wanted to scream and curse.

However, he didn't do anything, he just endured the sudden pain and difficulties silently, he smiled, with the relief and silence of going all out.

"Hasn't Your Highness guessed everything? What else do you want to ask? Do you have to listen to me say it yourself, and then you will give up if this matter has something to do with Mrs. Wang?"

The fundus of the eyes moved slightly, like the surface of the sea blown by the wind, still deep, but with waves.

However, he didn't see it. He tried his best to shrink himself up, hugged the quilt tightly, and fixed his eyes on his knees. Such a close focus made him a little dizzy and even had difficulty breathing, but he didn't want to look;

He was sad, so he didn't want to see it.

"So, now that I've said it, what do you want Your Highness to do? Will you punish me? It's snowing well, why don't I kneel in front of Chengde Hall for a night?"

The Chengde Hall is the place where he lives now, located in the middle of the harem, it was originally the Queen's bedroom, but he has been in and out with him all the time, so he has never lived there.

When I go there once in a while, I feel very deserted, especially in winter, when I open the window, I can only see the withered pond full of ice and snow. Just one glance can make people feel cold all over.

However, the current bedroom is colder than the Chengde Palace. The quilt on his body is like a puff of smoke, which can be seen but not touched, without the slightest warmth, and cannot give him any sense of security.

He never raised his head to look at the blood that he knew he would come back this day, the blood still in his body, he couldn't get rid of it, couldn't get rid of it.

Come back sooner or later.

Somewhat in a daze, he thought of his mother. In the past and present, that lady was all shrewd and capable. She managed the bachelor to death, and even taught the three sons so that none of them dared to talk back.

If it wasn't for a son like herself, she would be the happiest person she has ever seen living.

Lost in thought, his expression became blurred, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he still looked at his knees, but there was no focus, his head was dizzy, as if he was about to faint in the next moment.

He raised his hand and hammered the hammer, but his wrist was held, and he had to look up, but he had already pressed over and had to kiss him.

Han was stunned, looking at the top of the tent dumbly, he didn't know how strong he was, the kiss was not light or heavy, and he suddenly came back to his senses, the flame in his chest that hadn't been extinguished suddenly shot up , his brain instantly became red.

He kicked it away, stared at him fiercely, and slowly wiped his face, neck, and chest.

His eyes moved slowly with his hands, but there was not much desire in his eyes, they were still deep and silent, like the night sky and the sea.

Han sneered: "I finally saw it clearly today, so in the eyes of His Highness, I am just..."

She pounced on him again, kissed him, and suppressed all his struggles. With big hands like iron palms, she firmly pressed his wrist and widened her eyes. With blood rising, she kicked him a few times ruthlessly. With a muffled snort, that violent emotion was instantly like water with a sluice shut, stopping very neatly.

He looked at it with a blank expression, the distance between the two was too close, eye to eye, and he could only see his own eyes from each other's eyes.

Painful...all painful...

Suddenly he felt distressed. He didn't know that he felt sorry for himself, but he only remembered that he felt sorry for him. He opened his arms, hugged him tightly, and wanted to ask him if it hurt.

However, the force was stronger than him, almost tightening him tightly into his body, wrapping him tightly with his ribs.

"Sorry……"

The low voice is as light as smoke, which can be dispersed by the wind, but he can still hear it clearly. He wants to say it's okay, but his throat is inexplicably sore. Whenever he wants to speak, there will be a dry pain, which makes him only shut up.

The two kiss a lot.

However, he hugged him fiercely all night, and did not let go until dawn.

He seemed to have a thousand words to say, but he didn't care. He rubbed his numb arms, sat on the bed and watched, watched him dress and wash, and then took clothes for him to wear one by one.

It was the first time for him to enjoy serving so calmly.

The sudden fight last night seemed to shatter the last layer of etiquette between the two of them. In that kiss, they realized that for each other, they were the irreplaceable one.

However, such a fact, even though he had said it many times, he still couldn't help doubting it.

He doubted, and doubted himself.

Obviously, they are the closest people to each other because they have been entangled in two lifetimes.

But then, even if he flinched, his hands were tied.

The clothes I got were just ordinary clothes for not seeing customers. They were simple in style and comfortable in material. Since he gave Wang Yan all the materials he had collected, he worked hard to find some more, all of which were first-class materials. It should be a tribute, even the former young master couldn't wear it.

However, here, it is only used as the most common home clothes.

The two of them took advantage of the effort to put on their clothes, stretched out their untied belts, and looked at his waist. There was a large bruise there, which was all kicked by him last night.

Couldn't help reaching out to touch it, quickly took his hand, moved it down, and said with a smile: "The queen wants to touch this place."

Gently squeezed, raised his chin to see the sudden change in his face, and then withdrew his hand.

It was rare that he didn't blush, as if yesterday's trouble had trained his thin skin that could be broken at a poke, and at this moment, he was still a little bit complacent.

Looking at his expression, he was dumb, and took two deep breaths. He knew that there were many people waiting for him outside, but there were some things that he couldn't bear if he wanted to. Besides, he didn't want to bear it at all.

As soon as his blood boiled, he would press him on the couch and toss about for a while. The morning meeting was canceled because of the queen's low hand.